Chapter One [Goodbye Dursleys]
"Whatever," sighed Harry.
This was the seventh time that Harry had said 'whatever' that morning. He used it whenever he wasn't actually listening to anything his guardians said.
"Excuse me? I know you're some kind of powerful being in your world, but it doesn't mean you can treat us like rubbish and get away with it! We will not stand for your nonsense anymore! One more wise-crack out of you and you're gone. You're old enough to look after yourself now. Nearly fifteen years old, time flies when you're having fun, right? When I was fifteen I was living on my own and earning money!"
Harry shrugged. His uncle was talking out of his backside once more; he knew it was illegal for a 15 year old to live without adult supervision. Not to mention that Hogwarts would never allow it! That's the only reason he had lasted this long at the Dursleys' home, he didn't have any other family he could stay with. The Weasley's had offered him part of Ron's room at 'The Burrow' but that wasn't an option, was it?
"I'm fifteen in a couple of weeks, actually. It's surprising you even know roughly what my age is. I'm afraid I've got to put up with you for another year or so. I feel sorry for my..."
Vernon started to turn purple and his face looked like it was about to burst.
"Vernon, it's okay. Ignore the brat. Come one Vernon. Calm down," Petunia petted him like a dog.
Harry snickered at the sight of Uncle Vernon being stroked on the head by his wife. He couldn't control his laughter anymore and had to hold on to the nearest wall, to stop him from falling to the floor.
"OUT! You disrespectful, ungrateful little bugger! I don't care where you go, just get out of here! You can tell that school of yours that we no longer want anything to do with you. Do you hear me?" the oldest Dursley yelled.
The Dursley's had no right to throw him out of their home, and they would sure enough be hearing from DumbledoreDumbledore in a short while. However, Harry was never planning to go back to Privet Drive and he hoped that his headmaster would be on his side and free him from that place, that was very close to hell.
Harry, trying to hold back tears of laughter, looked into his Uncle's face, grinned and then walked upstairs to get his belongings. He passed Dudley in the hallway, the smile on his chubby cousins face was like nothing he'd ever seen before. Harry retaliated the huge smile, and saw Dudley take a few steps back. After all, he was still petrified by the thought of Harry being a wizard. A short while later, with everything he owned in his arms once more, he stepped out into the night.